OANST is in the third stage of Santa. At first you believe in Santa, then you don't believe in Santa, then you
are Santa, then you
look like Santa.
I got my sister some Crusader Kings II DLC, my other sister a pile of vegan chocolate, my Dad a box of toffee, and my Mum some pearl earrings (she had the sense to tell me what she wanted).
I got pants, socks, jumpers and deoderant of varying seasonality, a useful-looking artist's manual,
Making Money (sequel to
Going Postal), both versions of
V for Vendetta, a Harvey Danger album, a My Morning Jacket album,
The Graveyard Book (in case Joe finds out I've never actually read anything by Neil Gaiman),
The Stepford Wives (following a conversation with my Mum in which it was revealed that I didn't understand what it was about) and a
Tom Gauld comic book about Goliath of Garth, along with various chocolate.
Oh, and a can of rum-soaked sultanas. Y'aaaarrrr.
DAHT'Z ZE JOHKE.
I thought you might not watch it if you thought it was just for those with a history of celebrating Christmas.